the craziest thing about books is you can pick one up and remember exactly where you read and what you felt like when you read it. maybe it was a summer afternoon and you were sad, maybe it was a school night and you were up much too late and already feeling the next morning’s regret, maybe you read the book right after a fight with your mom and you were angry. and a book brings all those emotions and memories back, even if you don’t remember the story the book actually holds. don’t tell me literature isn’t magic 🪄
bodies should have crash logs. why the fuck did that just happen.
who else up & bisexual⁉️⁉️⁉️ And very afraid
Productivity is not mandatory during this quarantine. Stop being so hard on yourself. You do not need to accomplish important things every single day. You are not a machine. You’re human. Let yourself breathe.
Kahlil Gibran, from Grape Leaves: A Century of Arab-American Poetry; “Mary Magdalene”